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| Lost in time |
Recently I was reading this novel called ‘A place called here’ by Celelia Ahern. The main character named as Sandy Shortt has been wandering why things or persons go missing and as she grew up it becomes her mission to find out missing persons. She shares her childhood memories with her readers when her favorite pair of socks goes missing. She turns her entire home upside down to find her missing sock but she never gets it back. This simple scene explains the mental trauma she has been facing against missing things.
When I was
reading this novel I could realize her pain when things go missing or once
beloved person never come back in life. We as children to till grown adults we
build many memories. Some are sad, some bring smile on our face.
Memories are
special feelings because we know if something or someone get missing we can’t
get back with them and so are the memories leave behind.
I have been
lucky enough that I have not lost many things but it aches my heart whenever I
look behind the time that I've lost…
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| Whenever I look behind the time that I've lost... |
I don’t
know why I have always been very conscious about the time wheel. The time is
the most precious thing in the world and I have been the unluckiest one to
losing touch with time. During my collage years, I was that person who was introvert;
shy, no confident and dumbass yet studious student who always wanted to enjoy
the life at the fullest. I always used to dream about performing on the stage;
wandering with a gang of boys; competing and participating in as many
competitions as I could such as dance, music or any creative arts and many more
those typical teeny-weeny dreams. But what held me back was my poor confidence,
my shyness and my entire schooling in girl’s school that hampered me very badly
in my teen years.
I was in my
last year of bachelor’s degree and we were practising for an act play where I was positioned as a main lead in the act. I was very thrilled and excited to
perform on the stage since it was one of my dreams.
Days were
passing like thin air and in the month of October my operation was scheduled
for osteoporosis. The operation was absolutely mandatory and I couldn’t
postpone as well nor did I want to back out from the drama act. However, life
puts in a situation either-or that we have to choose one option and rule out
others. From month of October I stopped going to college and that’s how I
missed the golden time of the year. The
last year of the college!
Many
teenagers like me take resolution in their last year of college that they would
enjoy the last year and spend as much time as they could with their friends and
gather memories for lifetime. I missed that time. During that period I studied
from home while my other friends enjoyed the last few months of the graduation.
After 5
months of my treatment when I stepped out of my house and entered my college
premises, it was empty. The gossiping chirping was silenced; the annual days
were already passed; the celebratory air was gone and everyone was busy giving
exams.
I missed
that time terribly. That time I realized I lost the touch with the time I
always waited for all these years. That time which was ticked away long back
and I was still stuck in a present moment holding the memories of lost time!
‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’
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